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A heavy mist settles low in Glenn Haven, the largest forest in all Klamaitra. The summer sun, sinking low on the horizon, casts twinkling motes of light dancing lifelike through the heavy canopy of leaves.

Shaniqua pauses at a small brook and dips a handful of water. Crystal clear and sparkiling, the water is sweet on her tongue. Though used to being in a more urban setting, the elf in her couldn't stay away from the forest for long. And when she did come back to the forest, it was as if she'd never left.

She sees several shadowy spots available to a thief. Ducking into one of these, she watches quietly as a great buck steps gingerly into the small clearing she just vacated. After sniffing the air for a moment, he lowers his massively antlered head and begins drinking from the brook.

Shaniqua nears the area where she heard the scream. Coming to a small clearing, through the dusky shadows, she sees a small opening in the side of a hillock. From inside, another scream, though muffled, is heard.

Through dense tangles of tree roots and piles of stones, she picks her way deeper into the tunnel. Travelling about twenty feet, the floor levels out and widens a bit. She sees a split in the passage ahead.